Loud explosions were loud and loud, the destruction caused by the large grenades fired from the fleet's short-barreled heavy artillery, and the entire sky was filled with a thick black smoke, and the once seemingly majestic buildings were flattened by heavy shelling.

Another earth-shattering explosion shattered the dome of the largest monastery in the city, and the crescent moon was blown into the sky along with the masonry in the explosion.

A few hours earlier, the Qin expeditionary fleet consisting of five warships and twelve armed merchant ships had arrived in the sea off the city of Pasar Gede, and Li Yunjie, as the general of the Qin state, ordered the Mada Lan Kingdom to stay behind the prince of Sudan, immediately surrender the city, and stop resisting. After the allotted time for a reply ran out, but there was no effective response, the two sides entered a state of war.

In the face of the ultimatum, the Sultan Prince who remained behind in the Basar Gede refused, but the price of refusing iron was heavy, the Qin army did not land at the first time, but still had its own powerful firepower, and poured more than 30,000 shells into the Basar Gede built with mud bricks and civil engineering in just one day.

For a small indigenous city in the South Seas, this is near-devastating firepower. According to the experience of the Ming army, when attacking a city with a fleet, it is necessary to use explosive bombs to attack as much as possible, and use cannonballs like raindrops to completely destroy the will of the resisters.

Perhaps for the naval gunners of the Qin army who were just repeating the action and dumping one shell after another into the Basar Gede, they were just numbly repeating the action, just like during training, just seizing this opportunity to train, as for the counterattack on the Matalanren battery, it was even more weak to be worth mentioning, and even in the first round of shelling, their battery was destroyed.

But for the people in the city, it was like being in hell, the English merchant house in the city was hit by many shells in the second round of shelling, and Charlie Deriman was lucky to survive hiding in the cellar and feeling the shelling of the Qin army in horror, and he had only one thought in his heart - praying to God that everything would end as soon as possible. He even wrote a diary on a piece of paper with trembling hands: the cannonballs of the Qin people fell like hail of fire, and perhaps, the whole city was razed to the ground.

The next morning, when Charles came out of the cellar of the Merchant House, he found that his Merchant House, like most of the buildings in the city, was in ruins, and the wreckage of the burning Mata Blue Galleon was floating in the harbor. As a city, Pasar Ged has been razed to the ground, and thousands of Mataran soldiers and natives have been killed and countless wounded.

In the one-sided battle, the Qin people only paid the price of less than a hundred killed. Seeing that the once prosperous town was reduced to piles of rubble, the arrogant Prince Sudan did not offer the city army to the Qin army, but chose to flee, of course, the Qin army at sea did not know the news.

The next day, when the sky was about to dawn, just when the people of Pasar Gede had not recovered from the stormy waves of shells, the Qin soldiers in armor rowed their boats and began to land, and the whole landing operation can be said to be extremely smooth, so smooth that it is hard to believe - there is no resistance.

Because the batteries of the Matarans have been destroyed, and even the will to resist has been destroyed.

But the absence of resistance does not mean that there is no fighting.

As warned in the ultimatum, the battle began from the moment of landing.

After the landing, Wen Yujia and his brothers swept through the city in a procession, and the dense sound of guns echoed in all corners of the city, and thousands of natives like headless flies were buried in the streets before they could even raise their rudimentary weapons in their hands.

Just a few hours later, as a Qin flag was raised in the ruins of the city, the capital of Matalan changed hands.

However, it only took a few hours for the capital of the first "power" in the South Seas to fall.

Such a smooth battle made Li Yunjie unbelievable, and even he was a little disappointed, the sense of contempt for Ma Da Lan Tu people became stronger at this time.

"It's just a group of savages, and they dare to call the country!"

If Xin'an is besieged, Li Yunjie will fight with his soldiers to the end, they will live and die with the capital, they will return to the Martyrs' Shrine, and they will not surrender to the enemy.

However, those Mataran people gave up easily!

"Since he is a savage, he should be educated by Huaxia."

Thinking of this, Li Yunjie puffed up his chest and subconsciously touched the handle of the saber with his left hand. This saber was not given by the King of Qin, but by His Majesty, and holding the hilt wrapped in shark skin, he suddenly had an urge to jump off his horse and tear and kill on the battlefield like an ordinary soldier.

At this time, the Arabian horse brought by the heavenly merchant under his crotch may have felt his thoughts, and neighed a few times with some anxiety, and spewed some hot air from his mouth, as if it also felt the desire of its master to seek war, and it was also eager to gallop in the city.

To the disappointment of the horse, however, its owner simply rode it through the streets of the city as if it were a parade.

The streets were lined with ruins, littered with discarded swords, weapons, and, of course, corpses. The corpses were lit up by the scorching sun of the South Seas, and although it had only been one night, they had already rotted, their stinking internal organs were exposed, the eyes on the deep-seated face that only the skeleton were swollen and about to burst at any time, and countless maggots were wriggling and busy in the corpses, as if it was their never-ending feast, and the black-pressed flies were circling around the corpses, buzzing and buzzing......

Collapsed houses, toppled walls, smoking ruins are everywhere. After a day and a night of baptism of fire, the explosion ended, but the city still burned. There was a dizzying smell of smoke wafting through the air, and this smell of smoke muffled the stench of corpses in the air.

This is the taste of the battlefield, the taste of the killing field!

Occasionally, Li Yunjie would set his eyes on the local people on the side of the road, all of them kneeling there, and they didn't even have the courage to gasp loudly, just need to look at them, and they can be frightened and tremble.

This is the fear of the vanquished for the conqueror.

There was no bloody slaughter, just the overwhelming artillery fire was enough to make them surrender, and they had completely surrendered to the face of power.

Actually, that's how the natives are.

Their disposition is to bully the weak and fear the hard, as long as they are tough enough, they will willingly accept everything, and treating them well will often get the opposite reward, farmer and snake...... The native is the snake, the snake ready to bite the farmer at any time.

It's just that Qin State can't be that farmer, and now this farmer will cut off the head of the snake.

Finally, I came to the palace of Sudan in the city, looking at the palace that had become a ruined wall, and in front of the palace knelt hundreds of Sudan's concubines and palace maids, and of course some eunuchs.

Seeing them trembling on their knees, Li Yunjie sneered.

"All the eunuchs are killed!"

Li Yunjie did not have a good impression of the eunuchs, the reason why he wanted to kill these eunuchs was because he was worried that the king would introduce these eunuchs into the court of Qin, in order to avoid more eunuchs in the court of Qin, it was enough to have dozens of eunuchs left over from the Manchu Dynasty.

After receiving the order, those eunuchs were driven to line up in front of the broken wall, and then with the officer's order, in a burst of banging, those eunuchs were killed, and the concubines and palace maids in the Mataran Palace, who saw this scene, shrank in horror, lest they be killed, and those ministers were even more frightened and didn't even dare to come out, they were all there waiting for an unknown fate.

However, Li Yunjie doesn't seem to be in the mood to deal with these people, at least not yet, he just enjoys the surrounding scenery, although the city has been razed to the ground, there are still many buildings with heavenly characteristics.

"You should send someone to blow it all up, and build a Buddhist temple or temple there......

While he was thinking this, a herald rode a captured horse and ran past to report.

"Report to the general, there is a large number of horse-beating blue soil soldiers, about five miles northwest of the city, and they are ready to surrender."

"How many are there?"

"I don't know yet, sir."

"Tell Camp Commander Song to move forward carefully to prevent fraud."

"Yes, sir!"

The herald turned his horse and quickly disappeared into the street on his horse.

The Mataran people were defeated like this!

He bent down and wiped the bloodstained bayonet on the corpse's clothes, and it was not until the bayonet was wiped clean that Wen Jiayu took a cigarette from the bullet box, which was a cigarette roll rolled by himself with paper, Wen Jiayu, who was holding the cigarette, looked at the natives around him, the natives kneeling on the ground, did not dare to make eye contact with him, whether rich or poor, they all knelt there meekly.

"See, to deal with them, as long as you beat them with your fists, the things that originally seemed unruly have become more obedient than your grandson......"

I didn't expect that!

The chief's words made Wen Jiayu think about it, logically speaking, they should be full of hatred, but who would have thought that the more powerful they are killed now, the more docile they will be.

"What a lack of ......"

Thinking about this, Wen Jiayu's eyes looked at other places, where more natives were escorted by the brothers and walked towards another place, and those frightened natives all had a look of fear on their faces, and their faces were full of fear of death.

But who will kill them?

Do they think that people are as savage as they are?

Taking a heavy puff of his cigarette, Wen Jiayu looked at the Turen who was still kneeling on the ground, and he had even thought about how to tell his son about the battle in the future.

"Father and all the brothers fought bravely to kill, but they were invincible, and they knelt down. Daddy has to reward slaves for a few people......"

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